� � Started up by Crown Of Bone mastermind / ex-Demonologist member Dustin Redington in 2012, Occult Supremacy is a CDR label focused on "Blackened Noise, White Noise, Death Industrial, HNW, Dark Ambient, Black Metal, Horror Drone"; in other words, exactly the sort of stuff that I can't stop listening to here at C-Blast. The label's crude aesthetic is pure 90's harsh noise, with each disc issued in a limited run of fifty copies and packaged in either a slimline jewel case or a plastic sleeve with minimal Xeroxed artwork, the discs themselves either scrawled on with black magic marker or blasted with abstract spray-paint patterns. But the sound that Occult Supremacy traffics in is total horror, heavily leaning towards the bleakest strains of harsh noise wall and experimental, noise-damaged black metal, and over the past year it has maintained a crazed release schedule that has already produced nearly forty discs, from a variety of artists that includes slightly more recognizable names from the harsh electronics underground (Vomir, Burial Ground, Luasa Raelon). While we haven't been able to get all of the Occult Supremacy titles in stock, we have managed to stock a pretty large selection of their titles, all of which are recommended listening to anyone into the filthiest depths of black noise, experimental black metal, and brutal electronic noise.

� � One of my favorite Occult Supremacy discs, Ascetic Hedonism debuted here with this five song album of pitch-black ambience and ghastly crypt-drift, and it's one of the creepiest things that the label has vomited up so far. Opening with the sound of ritualistic wailing and waves of lightless hypnotic drone that make up "Descent", this obscure outfit slowly unfurls a sprawling subterranean soundscape filled with death-chant whispers and blasts of distorted funerary horn, sheets of gleaming dark electronics and lush low-end synth, distant cries that echo endlessly throughout the winding passageways and cobwebbed chambers of Dark Rift. Throughout the album, horns are pulled apart into ghoulish moans, and distant wailing voices are transformed into smears of glacial agony. The track "Devoid Of Light" features arrhythmic pulses beneath gusts of ghastly moan and orchestral drift, a kind of abstract electronica draped in deformed French horn blasts and dank oubliette atmosphere, and on "As The Bladed Ball Spins" the creepy ghoulish ambience is disturbed by the echoing pound of drums and ringing metallic reverberations. "Rattling Of The Cold" is a grim symphonic murmur, washes of muted glacial strings suspended above dank dripping dungeon ambience, dripping water and rattling chain links, gusts of slow cymbal shimmer and black kosmische fog, and the closing track ventures even deeper into those vast cosmic electronics, becoming a billowing cumulus of hellish brass and woodwinds, tumbling in slow motion through the yawning black void of the "Dark Rift" like a dark jazz album that has been chopped and screwed into monstrous ritualistic ambience. These drones have a vast, cavernous sound heavily influenced by the bleakest Lustmord albums, but those ghostly, vaporous incantations and the glacial orchestral tones transform this into something that's a whole lot closer in feel to the occult black drift of Zero Kama, Emme Ya, Funerary Call, Aghast and Aymrev Erkroz Prevre. Really impressive.

� � Limited to fifty copies.